Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
He enjoyed these movie nights more because they were so much more intimate. He liked sitting on the couch beside Mia with a big bowl of buttered popcorn—a light, crunchy and surprisingly delicious Earth snack that seemed to be designated as the proper food to eat while watching movies. He liked asking her to pick whatever movie she most wanted to see—it allowed him to get to know her better when he saw what she enjoyed. But most of all he liked it when she fell asleep and rested her head on his shoulder. It proved to him that his partner trusted him and he liked the warmth of her small, curvy body nestled against his own much larger frame.
However, Sev had an idea that this particular movie night was going to be different from any they’d had together back on Earth.
“I guess we’d better go find the devices the Elder was talking about and maybe change into our night clothes,” Mia remarked with a sigh. She frowned. “They promised they would give me something that would keep me warm. They’d better not forget!”
“If they do, you can wear my top again,” Sev promised. Even though the Elders probably wouldn’t like that at all, when they reviewed the surveillance footage, he thought. But fuck them—Mia deserved to feel comfortable in their domicile and she shouldn’t be forced to run around naked.
But when they checked the “magic dresser” as Mia had started to call it, he found that he didn’t have a top to wear that night—just another pair of long white sleep trousers.
Mia, on the other hand, had something to wear and for once it was black instead of white.
“What is this?” she asked, turning it over in her hands. “Some kind of body stocking? And why are there so many holes in it?”
“Holes?” Sev frowned. “Let me see.”
“Look.” She held it up, the black fabric dangling limply from her hands. It was clearly meant to cover her arms and legs fully—for warmth, Sev supposed. But there were, indeed, large, round holes cut out—one in the top and one at the bottom, where the crotch of the garment should have been.
“Uh, I think I see what they’re doing here,” he said, frowning. “The Elders promised you something to keep you warm, but this is only going to keep your extremities warm. They still want your ‘husband’ to have access to your breasts and, uh, other assets.”
Mia flipped the garment around and glared at it.
“You’re right!” she exclaimed. “Well, I’m not wearing this!” She threw it on the bed in disgust. “Damn it, what the hell is wrong with these people?”
“I don’t know, but I think the instructional vid is starting,” Sev told her. “Hear the music coming from the entertainment screen?”
“Damn!” Mia looked irritated, as well she should be, Sev thought sympathetically.
“I won’t change either,” he told her. “Come on—I’m pretty sure this is required viewing. We don’t want to have to go through another fucking ‘Judgment Review’ right?”
“I guess not.” Mia sighed and left the bedroom.
Sev followed her, grabbing the small black box containing the Chastity Devices which had appeared in the dresser along with their clothes. He had no intention of actually making Mia wear them, but he might as well take them to compare to the ones in the vid, he thought.
He settled on the couch beside Mia just as a cheerful voice from the entertainment screen was booming,
“So you want to put your wife into Chastity!” It was a new voice—not the Prophet, Sev noted. “Well, with our new, Sparkling Clear Chastity Devices, it’s never been easier!” the voice continued.
Suddenly the screen flickered and a male and a female were standing there. Sev recognized them—it was none other than Enoc and Lisha—the couple they had met in the park that morning. They were in a bedroom, standing beside a bed not that different from the one he and Mia had slept in the night before.
Enoc was fully dressed, as was Lisha, though she was fiddling with the hem of her white dress, as though she was itching to take it off.
“First, command your wife to undress,” the narrator instructed.
Enoc pointed to his wife.
“Wife—take off your clothes!” he commanded.
At once, Lisha pulled her white dress over her head and let it drop to the floor. She pretended to be shy, trying to cover her breasts with her hands, until Enoc snapped,
“Wife, drop your arms! Show me your breasts.”
“Yes, husband.” Lowering her eyes shyly, Lisha did as he demanded at once.
“Once your wife’s breasts are exposed, you can apply her new nipple shields,” the narrator said.
Enoc held up one hand and Sev saw he had two clear pieces of plastic in his palm. They were shaped like nipples themselves, clearly meant to fit over and cover both nipples and areolas. He flipped open the lid of the black box which had appeared in the magic dresser—sure enough, the devices they had been sent were exactly the same.